I’ve always been deeply connected to my childhood dreams, and I still find myself dreaming often. Last night, I watched the movie Badlapur and went to bed with a heavy heart. In the late hours, a disturbing dream woke me up—I was even a little teary, wishing someone was nearby. While I agree the movie had a strong script, I don’t believe it influenced my dreams.
Perhaps it’s the rising number of H1N1-related deaths and my own nagging cold that had me worried. I even considered seeing a doctor, but my usual “who cares” attitude pushed me to head to the office instead.
Anyway, back to dreams… People often say dreams are just imaginary fragments of our unconscious mind—but is that really true?
For instance, I once dreamed about breaking my leg, and two weeks later, I suffered a ligament tear in my left leg. Years ago, I dreamed of a family member passing away, and within 15 days, a distant relative died. These experiences have kept alive the thought that dreams might sometimes turn into reality. I’m not sure how accurate that is, but it has made me think negatively at times.
And yesterday, I dreamed of death again. I sincerely hope it doesn’t manifest in real life. May these unsettling thoughts pause and make way for a happier, more vibrant life ahead.
Cheers.
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